Three Jensen/Jared drabbles and one tripple drabble. NC-17.
Jensen/Jared for vampyran. Icon by heartdrawndream. 100 words.
Green Eggs And Ham
“So… when you said ‘I like cock’, you meant poultry.”
“I think the exact words were ‘I like your cock’” Jared said, not looking up.
Jensen smirked. “Last time I checked my cock didn’t sport feathers.”
Jared snorted, but kept on reading. Jensen sighed, flipping the picture with his thumb. “How drunk were you exactly?”
“Drunk enough to do that, obviously.”
“Half-naked.”
Jared looked up, frowning. “You alright?”
Jensen shrugged. He could feel Jared watching him before turning back to reading. Jensen stroked his thumb over the picture, smudging the glossy surface with his fingerprints. It looked better that way.
Jensen/Jared for minniemax. Icon by quarterwhore. 100 words.
Closet Fanboi
The first time he comes across the word he’s young and naïve and thinks it has something to do with Dungeons & Dragons. Three stories later he’s a lot wiser and can’t look Lauren in the eye when he meets her on set the next day without imagining her with that strap-on. His ass clenches, painfully. He stays away from the online fans mostly after that, it’s just a level of crazy he’d rather not know about.
Then he meets Jensen Ackles.
Now, four years later, the hidden folder on his laptop holds four hundred fifty three stories and counting.
Jensen/Jared for winchesterxgirl. Icon by katy_sam. 100 words.
Property of...
It’s not like Jared isn’t used to people ogling Jensen. Men, women… Hell, if there really were monsters he’s sure they’d be all over the guy. They’re usually not that obvious about it though. Especially not on national TV. But what does he know, maybe it’s the norm Down Under. Making lewd gay suggestions in front of millions of people.
Doesn’t mean he has to like it. Because he doesn’t. Not one bit. Especially not the part where Jensen smirks back, blatantly enjoying the attention.
Clearly he needs to be reminded who he belongs to. Soon as he gets back.
Jensen/Jared for lizajaneok. Icon by stealth_grrl 300 words.
Fire and Smoke
It’s never been like this before. With anyone.
Sure, he’s been in love before. Or lust. Whichever this is. The line is… disturbingly blurry for once.
See, Jared fell in love with Sandy way before he dreamed of more. Loved her laugh and her smile. The smell of her hair. She had a hold of his heart long before she grabbed anything else. Not that that was any less intense, once they finally got down and dirty.
But with Jensen…
With Jensen Jared falls in lust before he even learns the guy’s name. Sticks out his hand, looks into green eyes and BAM! He’s hard as a fucking nail. It’s a wonder he manages to say his lines during their joint audition without throwing Jensen up against the nearest wall and fucking his brains out.
It only gets worse after that. The fresh scent of Jensen’s cologne gives Jared hot flashes, longing to bury his nose in Jensen’s neck. The sound of Jensen’s voice has Jared’s stomach fluttering with butterflies. The briefest touch of Jensen’s fingers and Jared’s hitching his breath, hands tightening into fists to keep them from reaching out for Jensen and just… having him.
When it finally happens it’s like a volcano erupting after months of ominous rumbling. Jensen’s mouth is hot like lava around Jared’s tongue, his embrace tight and suffocating, crushing Jared’s chest. Jared can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but take and give and want, moremoremore.
“I want to fuck you,” he pants but what he means is, ‘I think I love you.’
He says, “I love your mouth,” really meaning, ‘I want you to suck my cock.’
He whispers, “I need you.” And it means everything.
Jensen looks into his eyes and smiles. “You’ve got me,” he says and the line disappears.